Biography of John Bowring
Sir John Bowring, KCB (17 October 1792 – 23 November 1872) was an English political economist, traveller, miscellaneous writer, polyglot, and the 4th Governor of Hong Kong.
John Bowring's Works:
* Specimens of the Russian Poets (1821–1823)
* Peter Schlemihl, a German Story (Translation, 1824)
* Batavian Anthology (1824)
* Ancient Poetry and Romances of Spain (1824)
* Hymns (Privately published, 1825) This includes the hymns In the cross of Christ I Glory, and Watchman, Tell Us Of The Night, both still used in many churches.
* Specimens of the Polish Poets (1827)
* Serbian Popular Poetry (1827)
* Poetry of the Magyars (1830)
* Cheskian Anthology (1832)
* Bentham's Deontology (Editor, 1834). Volume I, Volume II
* Minor Morals (1834)
* Manuscript of the Queen's Court (1843)
* The Decimal System in Numbers, Coins and Accounts (1854)
* The Kingdom and People of Siam (1857)
* Translations from Hungarian poet Alexander Petofi (1866)
* Various other pamphlets
John Bowring Poems
Death! Where Is Thy Sting?
Where is thy sting, O Death! Grave! where thy victory? The clod may sleep in dust beneath, The spirit will be free!
Lord! I Believe
Lord! I believe: but if a doubt Should shake my weak and wand'ring soul, Let Reason drive the intruder out,
If the hours of life are fleeting, Let those hours be well employed! Working, resting, parting, meeting, Life was given to be enjoyed.
Keep the unity of spirit, Keep it in the bonds of peace, So alone shall we inherit Hope, and truth, and blessedness.
We Walk By Faith, And Not By Sight
We walk by faith, and not by sight; And if we ever go astray, Do Thou, O Lord! conduct us right, And lead us in our onward way.
Where'er the foot of man hath trod, He feels the presence of a God: Around, above, beneath,-where'er His thought can reach, a God is there.
To A Mother On The Death Of A Child
'Like morning dew He sparkled; was exhaled, and went to heaven;' That promise for the innocent was given, And is divinely true.
I wander through a foreign land, And still Thy love is mine; And, guided by Thy gracious hand, I feel that I am Thine.
Now tell me what is chivalry? To battle in the foremost fight For anything-for wrong-for right, For some fair lady's scornful smile,
His Mortal Shall Put On Immortality
When shall mortal man be crowned, Crowned with immortality? Shadows here our path surround; Nothing is reality.
There was a day in ancient time (It took its name from the bright Sun That beams upon the orient clime), When in the ripened corn-fields One
Heaven The Christian's Home
On light beams flowing from above Man's course of mortal being runs; And with the loadstone of His love The Eternal Sire attracts His sons.
God Our Strength
Have ye not seen? have ye not heard? And hath it not been told to you? 'From the beginning,' that the Lord Will strengthen, will uphold you?
Gratitude And Praise To God
Rouse thee, O my spirit, rouse thee, Unto God thy offerings bring; Sing His name, for He allows thee
Advent Of Christ
Lo! He comes, the Lord of glory,
Peace and triumph in His train;
Lo! He comes, by angels guarded,
Over all the earth to reign:
Death and darkness
Would arrest His course in vain.